poesy is
the menstrual flow
before the reception of an embryo thought
ere the conception of a concept
will grow emotion into a fine
fineness
and so on it goes
all through the years
love’s world takes words
ne’er to asunder a heart
but to break each mould
for old time’s sake
to kiss each fine fineness
and to garner what aught
let nato take its course
in an english
country
garden
i’ll tell you now
of a plan that i’ve seen
that a drone as got its
name on
so
how many worries
do you think there are
in an english
country
garden
no emigrants from the grave
hothouse earth
we all beg asylum
migrants from the mad house
where’s refuge for us now
for if you take my place
and i take yours
our viewpoints are indifferent
in the retinal fire
seared blind
we fight with our white sticks
falling off the road to ruin
the king of the castle
rules over rubble
fight and flight
our ire’s fire has scorched us
the last boat’s pyre
has fired us up
no fool like a cold fool
the ashes of iniquity are dearth
and it has cost us the earth
no emigrants from the grave
not one fist will throw down
the final ceremonial soil
the grave of fulfilment
remains unfilled
where is your god now
black draught
white head
me old man
lifted a pint
down in the rising sun
i have a photo of him mun
taking a sip glass to his lip
as the flat caps waited
for him to play his hand
black and white it is
as black and white
as he was then
for he was me old man
mun
tweat now love?
long streets
either side of the corner
chip shop
long wrapt down red brick roads
to the vanishing point
of a bloody youth
open or wrapped
tweat now love?
salt n vinegar?
wet mezzanine floor
reflected in chrome too hot
glazed in rissoles and battered fish
ahh sausages
tweat now love?
salt n vinegar?
where no street lights back lanes it
kicked the can’s accompaniment
into the dark stopped silence
sucked on greasy fingers
in a breath’s hoare
tweat now love?
salt n vinegar?
fades away back there
the queue reformed by time’s arrival
of the stop-tap men slaked and hungry
pubbed conversations raised in voice
telling the way it is see
that’s the way it is
see six penneth please
tweat now love?
salt n vinegar?
tweat now love??
salt n vinegar??
that’s right love
see you tomorrow
i’m away to me bed
he said
the open sign on the sucker
turns to closed
the lights go out
salt n vinegar son ?
no just something in my eye
the long red street empty now
just something in my eye
remember it’s autumn remember
demise this fall
upon the soil of all
to raise the shoots
of spring
the shoots
of all eternity bring
home the paternity of all
that summer was
that autumn bee
dropping
from the bud and leaves
this to you and to me
lost as the last leaf of autumn
has the last word
here
take this year
then maybe you
too
will remember
me
ann, sue, and i
we shared the words
that shared the day
forever seemed appropriate
as the coffee cups were drained
and the tide came in
cry dead
the word ectopic
delivered into a womb of words
the full term of terminology
in a sac of tears
salpingostomy is was
a dry pebble in a mouth of silence
on a white page
the shroud is turned
in the tomes of names
every poem cries at the birth
in the minds of every reader
the sad smile of eternity
